leviathan sam and dean decide to fuck sam and dean over, literally.
The phone rings, their shared work phone. Dean’s in the shower when he shouts out to Sam, “You pick up!”
Sam sets his book down and gets up, not bothering to look at the caller ID, already knowing who it is.
“Hello Sir,” Sam doesn't have time for pleasantries as Dick’s voice comes blaring through.
“I don’t care what you do, just make the headlines by tomorrow morning. Ruin them. Make them scared to show their faces even to other hunters. This order is final.”
The line goes dead and Sam, amused, huffs out, “Well, fuck.”
He doesn’t know what those Winchester brothers did, and it wasn’t in his job description to give a fuck. But still, he’s curious.
Because they have it coming now
Sam already has a few ideas brewing, and with Dick’s approval, he’s set.
“Hey Dean! Hurry up, will ya? We’ve got work to do.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Sam chokes out as he finishes skimming an article. He groans and runs his hands through his hair then down his face.
It’s too early in the day to be feeling so dreadful. He downs the rest of his coffee and closes his eyes momentarily.
“What? What?!” Dean sputters around a beer. He’s sitting on their motel bed of the week, facing the tv, and trying his damn hardest to chill the fuck out.
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up the next moment Sam doesn’t answer. “Spill it, Sammy, is it Dick? It’s Dick, isn't it? What did he do now?”
Well, in a way it was dick. “Worse,” Sam looks over from his computer to Dean, who’s downing the last of his beer. Good.
“It’s us, those bastards wearing our faces I mean. They…” Sam trails off, he looks to the side, not brave enough to face his brother when saying his next words, “they filmed themselves. Having sex. With each other.”
Sam turns his computer over to Dean and there reads the article title in big bold words, ‘Dean And Sam Winchester Post An Intimate Video Of Themselves Online…With Each Other!?’
The following seconds are met with Dean’s rage. Throwing his, thankfully empty, beer at the tv and having an absolute meltdown. Those poor motel pillows didn’t stand a chance.
Sam clicks out of the article as Dean rushes towards him. Hands out and ready for the computer. “Lemme see! Sam, gimme the computer!”
Sam hands it over, not wanting to escalate the situation. “Don’t break it. Please.” Dean doesn’t promise anything as he snatches it out of Sam’s hands and takes a seat next to him.
With just a few online searches Dean finds a promising link and wastes no time in clicking it. Sam looks over his shoulder, and notices Dean’s hesitation to hit play.
Sam hasn’t watched the video, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about what was filmed.
That said, “Dude, you don’t have to—“ But it’s too late, Dean clicks on it before Sam gets to finish and they see eerily familiar faces staring right back at them.
They sit and watch in horror.
“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” Dean says and walks over to Sam. “They might not even watch it, and what’s the point of going through all this if they don’t watch it?”
Sam chuckles. “First of all, this’ll do numbers in ruining their image. Like, yeah, being serial mass murders is good on its own, but being gay incestious serial mass murders?” Sam whistles, “Ooh la la, Even better.”
Sam continues to finger himself thoroughly with lube, opening himself up so that it isn’t too painful. His dick is as soft as ever as he continues the proding, “Anyways quit whining, you got it easy. I’m the one taking it.”
Dean smirks, “Your fault for choosing to decide our roles with a game of rock paper. I’m not the real Dean, idiot. I wouldn’t lose to you.”
Sam rolls his eyes, “It was worth a shot. I was hoping the muscle memory would kick in.” He cranes his fingers and angles them just right, and lets out a low moan.
Dean doesn’t mention how Sam’s half right. He looks over Sam’s naked frame and feels himself harden against his will. He looks at the unopened viagra tablets in his hand and scoffs.
Sam frowns at him, “What? Don’t like the view?”
Dean grabs at his dick and shakes his head as if disappointed, “Dean Winchester, you sick fuck.”
Sam seems to understand what’s happening and cackles, “No way, I knew Dean loved his little brother, but this is pushing it.”
Sam’s managed to fit three fingers in and thinks it’s enough. He pulls them out and cleans them on a rag.
He eyes the tablets in Dean's hand and reaches out, “Hey, gimme one, you might not need them but I do.”
He swallows one down dryly.
And despite his half-chub, Dean takes one as well.
Sam stretches his long legs and Dean feels his heart start to pump harder, as if on a mission “Alright, get the camera, show’s about to start.”
“Is it rolling?” The voice comes from the computer.
It’s clearly Dean’s voice, fake Dean’s voice, but it sounds deeper. Heavier.
Dean next to him, the real one, takes in a sharp breath as the camera focuses on two very shirtless figures.
“Yep,” Sam, fake Sam, smiles enthusiastically at the camera and holds two thumbs up.
The Dean in the background of the video makes a grunt of approval before he settles down next to Sam.
There is no real intro as they both get down to business. Dean grabs at Sam’s face as if he owns it and smashes their mouths together. Nearly growls when Sam’s hands shoot up and try to pull them off.
It looks more like a naked brawl at first.
They don't break the kiss as they move to a bed or when they shift the camera up a bit so that all their naked glory is captured.
“Huh.” Sam seems to startle Dean as Dean slightly flinches at his voice.
“What?” Dean asks, voice curt and slightly trembling. Eyes staring right ahead.
“They look exactly like us, I don’t know what I was expecting, but even down there…it’s a perfect copy.”
Dean grimaces, “That’s what you’re worried about? If they got your dick size right?”
Dean holds up a hand to him, “Shuddup.”
Sam quirks an eyebrow at that but lets it go and turns his attention back to the video.
“Fuck, Sammy. You prepped yourself for me? Such a good boy,” fake Dean says as he’s on top of fake Sam and his hands are down there and Sam’s cheeks and neck burn.
“Mmm, yes! All ready for you Dean. Please, just, fuck me already.”
“Oh, thank god.” Dean puts a hand on his chest and lets out a deep breath.
Sam stares at his brother confused before realization hits him. He glares at Dean, “Seriously, Dean? You were worried about our— I mean, their positions?”
Dean tenses and doesn’t say anything, which just proves Sam even more right.
Sam shakes his head, annoyed, “For all we know, they could switch half way through.”
Now Dean glares at him, as if he had just said the most depraved thing in the world.
“I’m never gonna be a catcher Sammy, no version of me ever will—“
Their stupid argument is interrupted by a stupid loud moan. Sam immediately goes to turn the volume down on the computer.
Fake Dean didn’t even bother putting on a condom as he slides into home base. It almost looks painful.
“We’ve seen enough.” Dean clicks out of the video and shuts Sam’s computer off.
“Hey! I was using that.” Sam says but without any real annoyance in his tone. Somewhat glad that it’s over.
“Gonna shower,” Dean mumbles as he walks away, all defeated looking.
Sam gives a light nod, waits for Dean to shut the bathroom door, before allowing himself to adjust his semi hard on.
Dean showers with ice cold water and doesn’t even towel off his dick. Scared that it’ll set it off and Sam will somehow tell.
After filming, they both take individual showers. Sam, obviously, takes longer.
The idiot actually came in him, and Sam had allowed it.
It’s not like they weren’t prepared, they had condoms. And Dean was about to open one up when Sam shook his head, no. It was in the heat of the moment.
He wasn’t thinking straight, couldn’t possibly thing straight. But…
It obviously wasn’t something he had wanted.
Getting out of the shower he walks over to Dean, whose laying in the clean bed, and let’s go of the towel around his waist.
Leaving him as naked as the day he was born.
Dean, still typing away on his phone smirks, “Cameras are off, doll.”
Hair still wet, he climbs on top of Dean, wetness dripping on his face and neck.
“You kissed me,” Sam says, almost accusingly.
“I don’t remember you hating it,” Dean says.
Sam huffs, “You don’t get it. I hate kissing, yet I kissed you back.”
Dean puts his phone down, stares up at what’s supposed to be his confused younger brother, and shrugs. “Guess Dean ain’t the only sick one.”
At that Sam grins wide. “Yeah, guess not.”
“Now get offa me.” Dean shoves him.
“Only two beds and that one’s still dirty. Roll over.”
end!!!! jesus christ, never thought i’d post this one bc it’s more leviathans than og sam and dean but pls understand that leviathans r feeling what the brothers would feel!!!!! hope u liked and if u read this far ur a godamn rockstar :)
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